The Monarch of Fate turned pale as soon as he saw Ju-Heon. Maybe it was to be expected.

“How long do you plan on keeping a person imprisoned here…! You just wait until I manage to contact my subordinates! They won't let you……. ugh!”
"Have you not considered the fact that I might kill you first?”

‘This motherfucking bastard!’

The Monarch of Fate was grinding his teeth while being kicked away by Ju-Heon's foot.

He was only in his early twenties. He was someone who had been treated with respect by the leaders of the world despite his young age.

Nobody dared to lay their hands on him and these so-called leaders had bowed down to him, asking him to see into their future.

But this bastard!

“Does he not have anything else to take?”
“Huh? Should I take his underwear off too? This son of a bitch’s underwear was a name brand one as well.”

‘Are these bastards not satisfied with looting tombs?!’

Ju-Heon walked closer to the Monarch of Fate.

“Oh, but you were a good boy and stayed in here while I was gone.”

‘A good boy?! Fuck, how the hell could I do anything suspicious when that Dan guy was here?!’

As the Monarch of Fate was about to object…

“Do I just need to take care of him now?”
“!”

The Monarch of Fate gasped after seeing Ilya walk into the restroom. The Monarch of Fate knew Ilya very well.

‘Holy shit, isn’t he the leader of that aftermath clean-up crew?’

This was the first time they had met in person, but he was sure. This man was the leader praised by those people who took care of his requests quickly and efficiently.

The Monarch of Fate's mind turned into a mess after seeing this unexpected individual show up.

‘That’s weird,...